Cristobal DiMarco
I'm not a major golf fan, but I've found the major events can make
for solid sports drama--even more so if you actually care who wins.
Yesterday,
I was rooting for the guy who sat next to me in 9th grade Spanish class
to pull off the upset: Cristóbal DiMarco, aka Chris.
Tiger's
shot on the 16th at Augusta will probably be what everyone remembers a
year from now. People won't even remember the unheralded guy playing
alongside Tiger who, in the end, just missed pulling off a classic
upset against a champion of Jordanian stature.
He didn't fold his cards after Tiger chased him down via a
ridiculous string of birdies in the morning. He didn't even quit after
the miracle on 16. Sure it's golf and not war, or even Jack Lambert
playing on a broken leg--but the guy showed a lot more grit out
there than I ever saw from him on a vocab quiz about items you might
encounter on un viaje.
Chris will win a major in the next year or two and even if he
doesn't it was sort of heady stuff for me. Just some guy next to you in
class nearly 20 years ago--he almost beat Tiger Woods to win The
Masters yesterday. Awesome, or as they apparently say in Japan: psycho.
Now if only the other famous sportsman from my high school wasn't the loathsome captain of the Red Sox...